Charlie to the Rescue Part 10
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ADRIFT ON THE SEA.
"You are ill, Will Ward," was d.i.c.k Darvall's first remark when there was sufficient daylight to distinguish faces.
"You're another!" was the cabin-boy's quick, facetious retort, which caused Darvall to smile and had the effect of rousing the half-sleeping crew.
"But you _are_ ill, my boy," repeated the seaman earnestly.
"No, d.i.c.k, not exactly ill," returned Will, with a faint smile, "but I'm queer."
Each man had spent that stormy night on the particular thwart on which he had chanced to sit down when he first entered the boat, so that all were looking more or less weary, but seamen are used to uncomfortable and interrupted slumbers. They soon roused themselves and began to look about and make a few comments on the weather. Some, recurring naturally to their beloved indulgence, pulled out their pipes and filled them.
"Have 'ee a light, Jim?" asked a rugged man, in a sleepy tone, of a comrade behind him.
"No, Jack, I haven't" answered Jim, in a less sleepy tone, slapping all his pockets and thrusting his hands into them.
"Have _you_, d.i.c.k?" asked the rugged man in some anxiety.
"No, I haven't," replied Darvall, in a very serious voice, as he also took to slapping his pockets; "no--nor baccy!"
It was curious to note at this point how every seaman in that boat became suddenly sympathetic and wide awake, and took to hasty, anxious examination of all his pockets--vest jacket, and trousers. The result was the discovery of a good many clay pipes, more or less blackened and shortened, with a few plugs of tobacco, but not a single match, either fusee or congreve. The men looked at each other with something akin to despair.
"Was no matches putt on board wi' the grub an' other things?" asked Jim in a solemn tone.
"And no tobacco?" inquired the mate.
No one could answer in the affirmative. A general sigh--like a miniature squall--burst from the sailors, and relieved them a little.
Jim put his pipe between his lips, and meekly began, if we may say so, to smoke his tobacco dry. At an order from the mate the men got out the oars and began to pull, for there was barely enough wind to fill the sail.
"No rest for us, lads, 'cept when it blows," said the mate. "The nearest land that I know of is five hundred miles off as the crow flies.
We've got a compa.s.s by good luck, so we can make for it, but the grub on board won't hold out for quarter o' that distance, so, unless we fall in with a s.h.i.+p, or fish jump aboard of us, ye know what's before us."
"Have we any spirits aboard?" asked the rugged man, in a growling, somewhat sulky, voice.
"Hear--hear!" exclaimed Jim.
"No, Jack," returned the mate; "at least not for the purpose o' lettin'
you have a short life an' a merry one. Now, look here, men: it has pleased Providence to putt you an' me in something of a fix, and I shouldn't wonder if we was to have some stiffish experiences before we see the end of it. It has also pleased Providence to putt me here in command. You know I'm not given to boastin', but there are times when it is advisable to have plain speakin'. There _is_ a small supply of spirits aboard, and I just want to tell 'ee--merely as a piece of useful information, and to prevent any chance o' future trouble--that as I've got charge o' them spirits I mean to _keep_ charge of 'em."
The mate spoke in a low, soft voice, without the slightest appearance of threat or determination in his manner, but as he concluded he unb.u.t.toned his pilot-cloth coat and pointed to the b.u.t.t of a revolver which protruded from one of his vest pockets.
The men made no reply, but instinctively glanced at the two biggest and strongest men in the boat. These were Charlie Brooke and d.i.c.k Darvall.
Obviously, before committing themselves further, they wished, if possible, to read in the faces of these two what they thought of the mate's speech. They failed to read much, if anything at all, for Charlie's eyes were fixed in dreamy expressionless abstraction on the horizon, and d.i.c.k was gazing up into the clouds, with a look of intense benignity--suggesting that he was holding pleasant intercourse with any celestial creatures who might be resident there.
Without a word the whole crew bent to their oars, and resigned themselves to the inevitable. Perhaps if each man had expressed his true feelings at that moment he would have said that he was glad to know there was a firm hand at the helm. For there are few things more uncomfortable in any community, large or small, than the absence of discipline, or the presence of a weak will in a position of power.
"But I say, Will," remarked Darvall, who pulled the stroke-oar, "you really do look ill. Is anything the matter with 'ee?"
"Nothin', d.i.c.k; 'cept that I'm tired," answered the cabin-boy.
"Breakfast will put that right" said our hero in an encouraging tone.
"Let's feel your pulse. Hm. Well, might be slower. Come, Captain," he added, giving the mate his new t.i.tle as he turned to him, "will you allow me to prescribe breakfast for this patient?"
"Certainly, Doctor," returned the mate cheerily. "Come, lads, we'll all have breakfast together."
In a few minutes the biscuit and salt junk barrels were opened, and the mate measured out an exactly equal proportion of food to each man.
Then, following the example of a celebrated commander, and in order to prevent dissatisfaction on the part of any with his portion, he caused one of the men to turn his back on the food, and, pointing to one of the portions said, "Who shall have this?"
"The Doctor, sir," returned the man promptly.
The portion was immediately handed to Charlie Brooke amid a general laugh.
Thus every portion was disposed of, and the men sat down to eat in good humour, in spite of the too evident fact that they had been at once placed on short allowance, for, when each had finished, he a.s.suredly wished for more, though no one ventured to give expression to the wish.
The only exception was the little cabin-boy, who made a brave attempt to eat, but utterly failed at the second mouthful.
"Come, Will," said Charlie in a kindly tone, pretending to misunderstand the state of matters, "don't try to deceive yourself by prolonging your breakfast. That won't make more of it. See, here, I'm not up to eating much to-day, somehow, so I'll be greatly obliged if you will dispose of half of mine as well as your own. Next time I am hungry, and you are not, I'll expect you to do the same."
But Will Ward could not be thus induced to eat. He was really ill, and before night was in a high fever. You may be sure that Dr Brooke, as every one now called him, did his best to help the little sufferer, but, of course, he could do very little, for all the medicines which he had prepared had been put into the long-boat, and, in a small open boat with no comforts, no medicines, and on short allowance of food, little could be done, except to give the boy a s.p.a.ce of the floor on which to lie, to s.h.i.+eld him from spray, and to cover him with blankets.
For a week the boat was carried over the sea by a fresh, steady breeze, during which time the sun shone out frequently, so that things seemed not so wretched as one might suppose to the s.h.i.+pwrecked mariners. Of course the poor cabin-boy was an exception. Although his feverish attack was a slight one he felt very weak and miserable after it. His appet.i.te began to return, however, and it was evident that the short daily allowance would be insufficient for him. When this point was reached d.i.c.k Darvall one day, when rations were being served out, ventured to deliver an opinion.
"Captain and mates all," he said, while a sort of bashful smile played upon his sunburnt features, "it do seem to me that we should agree, each man, to give up a share of our rations to little Will Ward, so that he may be able to feed up a bit an' git the better o' this here sickness.
We won't feel the want of such a little crumb each, an' he'll be ever so much the better for it."
"Agreed," chorused the men, apparently without exception.
"All right, lads," said the mate, while a rare smile lighted up for a moment his usually stern countenance; "when the need for such self-denial comes I'll call on ye to exercise it, but it ain't called for yet, because I've been lookin' after the interests o' Will Ward while he's been ill. Justice, you see, stands first o' the virtues in my mind, an' it's my opinion that it wouldn't be justice, but something very much the reverse, if we were to rob the poor boy of his victuals just because he couldn't eat them."
"Right you are, sir," interposed d.i.c.k Darvall.
"Well, then, holdin' these views," continued the mate, "I have put aside Will Ward's share every time the rations were served, so here's what belongs to him--in this keg for the meat, and this bag for the biscuit-- ready for him to fall-to whenever his twist is strong enough."
There were marks of hearty approval, mingled with laughter, among the men on hearing this, but they stopped abruptly and listened for more on observing a perplexed look on their leader's face.
"But there's something that puzzles me about it, lads," resumed the mate, "and it is this, that the grub has somehow acc.u.mulated faster than I can account for, considering the smallness o' the addition to the lot each time."
On hearing this the men were a little surprised, but Charlie Brooke burst into a short laugh.
"What!" he exclaimed, "you don't mean to say that the victuals have taken root and begun to grow, do you?"
"I don't mean to _say_ anything," returned the mate quietly; "but I'm inclined to _think_ a good deal if you've no objection, Doctor."
"How d'ee feel now, Will?" said Charlie, stooping forward at the moment, for he observed that the boy--whose bed was on the floor at his feet-- had moved, and was gazing up at him with eyes that seemed to have grown enormously since their owner fell sick.
"I feel queer--and--and--I'm inclined to _think_, too," returned Will in a faint voice.
Nothing more was said at that time, for a sudden s.h.i.+ft in the wind necessitated a s.h.i.+ft of the sail, but d.i.c.k Darvall nodded his head significantly, and it came to be understood that "Doctor" Brooke had regularly robbed himself of part of his meagre allowance in order to increase the store of the cabin-boy. Whether they were right in this conjecture has never been distinctly ascertained. But all attempts to benefit the boy were soon after frustrated, for, while life was little more than trembling in the balance with Will Ward, a gale burst upon them which sealed his fate.
It was not the rougher motion of the boat that did it, for the boy was used to that; nor the flas.h.i.+ng of the salt spray inboard, for his comrades guarded him to some extent from that. During the alarm caused by a wave which nearly swamped the boat two of the crew in their panic seized the first things that came to hand and flung them overboard to prevent their sinking, while the rest baled with cans and sou'-westers for their lives. The portion of lading thus sacrificed turned out to be the staff of life--the casks of biscuit and pork!
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